#was very happy that he showed up in fontaine and then i was like wait. why am i so happy about that.

[deathbxnny]

Ok so can i tell you something? Im in love with the Halovian species from Penacony. Idk why but they just look so pretty and I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM. I WANNA HOW BIBLICALLY MESSED UP THEY ARE BECAUSE THE FAMILY ARE GIVING ME CULT VIBES! I even have 3 halovian OCs that im in the middle of making rn. Im not satisfied with them rn since i wanna wait for more lore about the Halovians.

With that being said, can i request Fontaine men (Neuvillette, Wriothesley, and Lyney) with a Halovian s/o?

Context:

The halovian reader somehow got isekaied from Penacony to the Genshin Impact universe and just suddenly appeared in Fontaine. Do what you will with that small backstory ^_^

Hope you have a good day/night and take care of yourself!

- Flower anon 🌸

Hey there, Flower Anon!! I absolutely relate to the Halovian obsession, and thank you for the great request! I hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Reader is a Halovian, isekai troupe, established relationship, reader has Halovian wings abd a halo, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

》NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette immideatly knew at first sight that you didn't belong to this world. And yet, he treated you like everyone else when you two met. He didn't push you on your past or what you really were, but made sure to protect you from prying eyes or people that may want to harm you due to your rather unique appearance.

He finds your little wings and halo absolutely adorable, even if he doesn't show it often due to not knowing how he should express himself. But he definitely lights up when you allow him to pet/touch them. Neuvillette also doesn't allow anyone to bully or hurt you the same way he did it with the Melusines. He practically makes it law, and who would dare to oppose him anyway?

He finds it comforting to know that both of you have a secret identity you have to hide from the world. One only the other truly and really knows about. It makes him feel less lonely, and he's thankful for that.

》Wriothesley

He becomes suspicious of you at first, hiding his interest behind teasing words and narrowed eyes. But over time, he finds himself becoming rather obsessed with your look and the mystery that lies under the surface. Although it's hard to tell that he feels this way, considering his naturally secretive nature.

With that said, he is obsessed with your little wings. He's always gently pulling on them or fixing up your feathers for you. He won't let anyone look at you weird or bully your appearance either. He thinks you look divine, absolutely adorable. Anyone that disagrees is ofcourse very much wrong.

Wriothesley doesn't pry into your past, mainly because he'd know best how annoying that can be. If you never want to tell him, then so be it. And even when you do one day, he'll be there to support you and reassure you that it doesn't matter anymore down here in the fortress anymore. Life has restarted for the both of you, together.

》LYNEY

Lyney was absolutely fascinated by you at first sight. He couldn't help himself when he asked you too many questions, eyes never leaving your unique features that made his heart beat a little faster. If it wasn't for Lynette forcing him to have some shame, he would've never looked away from you. He definitely called you "angel" ever since your first meeting, and that never changed even after getting together. It felt wrong to him not to call you that.

He fusses over your appearance all the time, mainly over your wings and halo looking perfect. It makes him happy that he's the only one allowed to touch you this way. With that said, however, he knows that you being with him, considering who he belonged to, would end up causing you trouble. He'd protect you with his life though, that's for sure.

He understands if you aren't necessarily willing to share your past with him. He's patient. He'll wait forever for you to tell him, even if you never want to, which is fine too. You'll make enough new memories together to replace unpleasant, old ones. He promises you that.

Alrightttt... I hope this was alright, Flower Anon, and thank you again for the great request!!<33

[astralstarlight]

falling asleep on you !

w/ al haitham, wanderer, diluc, tartaglia/childe

a/n: under the cut because they got really long omg

al haitham likes to rest his head on your shoulder whenever he's tired. when it's in a more private setting, he'll lay his head in your lap instead. a loud, satisfied sigh will leave his lips once he's in this position. it's almost as though all the tenseness in his body simply dissipates once you start running your fingers through his hair. he rarely drifts off for a nap, but he looks close enough to peace when he's lying down like that.

it's the closest you'll ever get to having him be needy or clingy in any way. he tends to lean his whole weight onto you without explicit warning, so it's taken some practice to make sure you don't fall over on to one side — helplessly squashed.

there are signs to look out for.

you'll notice him staring at you out of the corner of his eye, making sure you're comfortable with how you're sitting before he places his head on your shoulder. sometimes he'll even mention that it's very "quiet and peaceful" before nearly knocking you over with a heavy slump.

when he's been kept up late for too many nights, he really will drift off to sleep. he's heavy and he makes your entire body ache from trying to hold him up, but you can't really bear to move him, especially not when he smiles in his sleep after you brush your fingers over his cheek.

he won't tell you that he always wakes from your sudden touch.

and with how cute he thinks you are when you're trying not to wake him, he doubts he ever will.

"i don't need sleep." wanderer announces proudly. it takes him exactly nine minutes to pass out after you promise that you'll keep watch while he's resting. you even make sure that he's asleep by waving your hands in front of his face to see whether his eyes twitch. nothing.

he doesn't even breathe.

his arms stay crossed over his chest and his hair falls onto one side. completely at rest.

still, this is the last thing you were expecting would happen. you resist the urge to touch his face. you haven't gotten that far with him yet.

unfortunately, you end up falling asleep beside him instead of keeping watch. there's something so comforting about his weight on yours, that you lean back into him, just to close your eyes for a few minutes.

the next time you wake is with the morning sun, and with a blanket haphazardly thrown over you. you fight with it for a bit, tangling your arms even further.

"oh good, you're up," comes the familiar, haughty voice. you expect to be berated for falling asleep, but he says something different instead. "thank you."

"huh?" you murmur intelligently. it's not fair that he does this when you're still groggy from sleeping.

he turns away, pretending he said nothing else. you smile at his back. guess he's still full of surprises.

diluc's very gentle with you. he's always been the one to beckon you over once he notices you yawning or when you look a little down. the way he caresses you while wrapping you in his arms is enough to send you straight to sleep. it's cozy.

but you've never seen him asleep before you. he's always been the one to creep back into your shared bed at the crack of dawn, when you're just awake enough to know that he's there.

this time, you're the one late.

he's already sleep — legs stretched out and turned onto one side. you take a single step forward and jump as he snores, disturbing the silence.

you crawl into the bed, facing the outline of his back. you reach out for him just to hesitate before actually touching him. what if he wakes up if you try to cuddle him? what if he has a really busy day tomorrow and he'll be frustrated with not getting enough sleep?

he answers the myriad of questions for you. just your presence must be enough for him to know you're there in his sleep. he ends up turning over to face you and bundling you up in his arms, letting out a huff. on the other hand, you're tense, unsure if you've accidentally awoken him or not.

"diluc?" you mumble.

the only answer is his steady breathing.

hope you're ready to stay squished in that same position for the whole night.

tartaglia pesters you with affection. he shows up at your door in the middle of the night sometimes, claiming he has "no where else to go right now". on certain nights, he'll be covered in blood that's definitely not his with a fiery look in his eyes as though he's set alight from the inside. he's not really there on those nights.

more often, he shows up with a cheery look on his face that disappears once you start to clean him up. you don't need to look at him to know that he's already staring at you.

tartaglia is always quiet in both types of nights; an unsettled nature or a calm energy. you're never sure what you're going to get.

but you know this: he would always show up after long periods of disappearing, even if it was just the smallest scrape. just to see you.

he'll be the one tucking himself in between your legs on the couch, no matter how many times you tell him that his legs are too long and he's way too heavy to lean back on you like that. but he does it. somehow.

when you start to grow tired from listening to his shenanigans, he becomes so gentle with you. he'll carry you to bed and hold you until you sleep.

he's gone in the morning, or maybe he leaves once he's sure that you've been lulled to sleep. either way, you know he was here. even if he tries to disappear without a trace.

he's always here on the nights that you sleep the best after all.

[anantaru]

OH BABY! PLEASE BE MY BABY DADDY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — the very moment wriothesley first saw you, he had already dreamt about starting a family with you, and now at present, when you were celebrating your two year anniversary, it appeared like he couldn't stop himself from showing you just how much he craved it.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, established relationship, very strong breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy & mentions of starting a family with you (planning your future), madly in love wriothesley, rough syx, unprotected and hitting it raw, some teasing here and there, overstimulation, cumming inside

"‘had me all figured out, didn't you?"

wriothesley was a strong man, big and muscular from an external perspective and fundamentally— if you weren't quite familiar with the handsome duke and his deep characteristics and only knew of him through his significant work occupation.

in essence, you have known him for a little over two years now, in fact, your anniversary was just taking place this very moment, his absorbed little countenance fixated on no other than your ethereal beauty— on top of that, a trace was playing hard on the impulses lingering on your lower areas as wriothesley settles himself in between your legs, feeling a rising of your hips grinding over his exposed erection, throbbing in time to his quickening pulse.

how fast a day could fly by, and you wished for it to go on much longer— just show him the love that surged from your core and resides inside of you, or the soft tremor building on your knees whenever he kisses you, or when he at last, catches the shuddering sweetness wringing off your toes.

for wriothesley, you ignited his heart, it was you that made love warm for him— as he always claimed it should be, and on the coldest nights of his life, he had sought after your familiar glow— much deeper could he barely await the day for you both to start a family, have children of your own and live a fulfilled life somewhere outside the city, perhaps a house on the outskirts of fontaine, with a large blossoming garden bristling of rainbow roses, where your children could play to their hearts content.

within this deep fantasy, although yet ungrasped, wriothesley found this to be his perfect goal— no matter how near, how far away, it shall never be forgotten.

you slowly press two palms on top of his cheeks as he looms over you with a raised eyebrow that he lazily flashed at you with a hum.

"you say it like it's a bad thing that i knew you were gonna surprise me, baby,"

you add, "it's our anniversary after all," with a steady glide of fingers through his silken hair, "i hope you didn't think I forgot all about it,"

a low purr hums over your lips as your boyfriend clicks his tongue through a deep chuckle as a response, vibrating his sounds against a breathless gasp as he places a featherlight kiss on your bottom lip. you feel how the pad of his thumb crosses firmly over the shape of your curves as your heart begins to thump faster at the privilege of having such breathtakingly handsome and ravishing man in between your legs.

"of course i know you didn't forget," wriothesley's hand inches towards the inside of your thigh to touch the skin while simultaneously parting your legs a little more as he kisses the bridge of your nose,

"happy anniversary, baby,"

you giggle, kissing him needfully as you slide your naked folds through his aching length when he effortlessly cages you in between two muscular arms, pressing his throbbing member all against you until his constricted balls bounce on your ass, eliciting a needful, much longing groan from the man towering on top of you.

"i need you," you complain now, "please baby, don't keep me waiting now,"

you squeal loudly at the temporary relief of your drenched cunt slicking him up with your arousal— and the more you'd douse him up, the better it would feel like, the finer you could taste and sense his throbbing veins grazing at your sensitive walls while he stuffs you— and every mindless urge wriothesley had fantasized about was manifesting itself, the dream to greedily pull apart and taste every soft piece of your body trembling under his much larger one growing.

or the lewd dream of cramming you with his milky whites, jamming his salty cum all into the pits of your wet sex until he's sure you'll end up pregnant, until you will feel your womb be all warm and jammed up.

"you make me the happiest man alive," wriothesley says soothingly, drawing the leaking head of his cock against your hole before brushing a kiss over your lips, fuck, just the smell of you, or those candid whines and begs of yours that would drive him mad, turning him on so damn much that his groin was beginning to ache and swell even more.

"so baby.." wriothesley whispers in one slow, silent motion, when he claims the space between your spread thighs with all his body surging forward and crowding your cunt.

"please let me show you just how happy you make me,"

you whine out as your back arches into his chest, your weeping cunt clenching down when he rubs his cock through your walls without much effort, the copious amounts of wetness aiding him wonderfully as the deep friction of getting stuffed turned you terribly delicious to him, your eyes criss crossed from being fucked with repeated thrusts into your cunt plugging his thick shaft deep.

"—still so sensitive," he coos, and you feel your face grow hot as your boyfriend smirks down at you through assured pairs of eyes, your body itching to feel more of that sensation, more of skin to skin as you slip each little noise falling from the tip of your tongue right into wriothesley's parted mouth gasping for air.

a dizzying contrast from the firing shoves through the tight ring of muscles on your cunt made his rigid erection go deeper than ever, with his hand remaining firmly beneath your cheek, forcing your gaze straight ahead— so you could look at him, so wriothesley could make sure he drinks in everything that you gave him, each crumbling moan of his name and higher pitch of your voice.

do you wonder why? of course, such question was easy to answer:

the sole reason being that for wriothesley— this was a privilege, that you allowed him to pleasure you, rub firmly over the shape of your walls while his wet tongue blindly maps into your mouth, your body rapidly growing addicted to the impossible smoothness of his skin greedily imposing true bliss on your body.

"i want— fuck," he groans through gritted teeth, "i want us to start a family," he speaks again, "want to put a baby in you," this time louder but with an added amount of gravel to his voice as your legs wrap and close around him as the burning stretch of his thick shaft parting you had you turn absolutely mad and dizzy.

you whine out, completely lost in the pleasure of getting fucked that open wide and especially through his lewd admittance, his hips rolling hard against your used pussy in relentless fucks forward, almost possessively to match his large weight that he kept from bouncing on top of you with his hands keeping him from crushing down and practically collapsing on you.

"i love you," you cry when your pussy twitches wildly, your hot and sticky arousal messing him up, "please, please do!" your breath burning hot and ragged against your throat, "please put a baby in me!" as wriothesley groans— wanting you more than ever, thrusting his length down to a raw, quivering need that shook your limbs apart and tore lewd sounds from the gaps between frantic gulps of air.

your body bounces back and forth the bed, your moans now much louder and broken as wriothesley pants hotly against your clenched jaw, your impatient hands finding refuge in his silken hair as you force him into a kiss, his cock ruthlessly battering your velvety walls— drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, always nudging his cockhead against the sponge of your sweet spot.

"almost there," wriothesley rasps urgently, "going to fill you up so fucking nicely," he smirks and cuts off your needy gasps with another sharp, punctuated thrust.

the duke was indulging in how warm and soft you were, how nice it felt to be milked by a wet cunt smearing dozen amounts of fluids on the thin skin of his shaft, how you grip him with your weeping cunt, holding onto him so tightly that the duke thought he was about to pass out before you suddenly lessen the clench on his shaft, now alternating between gaping and constricting your pussy hole.

with a flurry full of intense spasms that you felt more inside than out, you cling on to wriothesley's defined back as his body kept going, his addictive thrusts infusing a bone-deep shudder that pinched your upcoming release— the precise attention he always have you, utterly intoxicating, dragging his fully hard cock in and out, in and out, his eyes darkened and drunk from pleasure as he groans out each time your cunt constricts around him, your addictive gasps aiding his pleasure as you moan out beautifully, your hole completely open as he pushes you over the edge with alarming speed.

his cock plunges and fuses into you as far as it could possibly go as he turns your stomach around, hitting the bristling bubble that had long since developed in the depths of your belly when it finally popped into a million pieces, your overstimulated hips helplessly rutting upwards as he swallows those tasteful mewls of yours, your hands tugging his face closer to you.

your orgasm slams you hard with a roaring intensity that nearly doubled you over, your fingers tugging so sharply at wriothesley's hair that you felt a softly pained groan vibrate through his lips as he kisses you in fierce hunger, keeping the pace of his cock steady and surging back and forth, your parted lips looking swollen and flushed with use as you kiss him with all the burning need climbing between your frames when you come undone together.

"there you go, sweetheart," he groans proudly, a slow smile breaking across his ruined lips when he fills you up with his warm seed— watching how you're so fucking drunk on his cock that you make him fill up each inch of space in between your weeping pussy, an engaging hotness coursing into your womb as you thread your fingers through his tousled hair gone and disheveled with sweat and the scent of you.

ugh, you realize you want it as bad as he did, always wanted his thrumming cock to crowd you up just as it did now, with his messy and sticky mess oozing down your hole and seeping everywhere— just how you actually longed for it to be everywhere, slithering from your skin into every curve and crevice, so wriothesley could not only knock you up, but also claim you— in some sort of demonstration of his undying love and his desire, the searing fervour of his white cum making you wince as tears collect in your eyes, the slow pumps of his cock overwhelming you as your walls hug him tight.

wriothesley keeps himself nestled deep in your cunt at your afterglow— and the reason was not unlikely to be revealed, because he believed that if he never were to pull out, you'd definitely get pregnant since the majority of sticky cum had no chance to ever exit your swollen pussy when he just keeps himself plugged in for much longer.

the gravel in his voice adopts a sultriness, spelling sweet nothings into your ear, calling you his good girl as he spilled it aöl into your lips when you smile at him all sweetly and shy, all flustered too with the mess in between your legs dousing down the soiled mattress.

"just imagine, my love," this particular delivery of his sentence was different now, each wording was practically dripping of adoration and hefty of his love for ypu, it was much softer as well despite wriothesley still being out of breath— and you simply look at him through a meaningful smile, heels resting against his back as you could still feel him deeply pulsate inside of you.

"imagining it right now," you respond when he silently slides one large palm down to your stomach before pressing hot kisses on your lips.

"i hope our little one gets your pretty eyes," he whispers lowly, his lips meeting yours right after.

it's quite silly, wriothesley thinks, that he cannot stop talking about it, nor stop dreaming about it either, or how unbelievably madly in love he was, how there would always be a beast inside of him that resided in his heart, that would crave you so badly.

after all the suffering in his life, you are his souls greatest desire, his bodies, his minds biggest passion, and for you to one day carry his child, was everything he wished for.

© 2023 anantaru  do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[lovelyney]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯DATING THEM !! FONTAINE GUYS⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

CHARACTERS: freminet, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: mentions of nsfw on everyone’s but freminet’s.

FLORIST’S NOTE: wow !! took me long enough ☹️ im so sorry for the wait pookies. also how are we liking this new layout for these ?? ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 !! 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐒

𖠵𝟎𝟎: SWEET BABY BOY FREMINET I LOVE HIM SM.

𖠵𝟎𝟏: As we know, Freminet's quite shy; he doesn't have much experience with romance, but he tries his best !!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He wouldn’t hear the end of it from Lyney when he first started crushing on you. . . He kept on asking and asking when he was going to confess.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Doesn’t like going out very much, but if it’s at the expense of your happiness and being with you, he’ll try and push through.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Bought you a handmade plush of Pers since you always like to cuddle the robotic one while he’s away.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves whenever he sees you wearing his clothes. he’d probably give you his entire closet if he could.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Has a bunch of pictures of you and him that he keeps hidden in his dressers.

keeps one on him for good luck !!

𖠵𝟎𝟕: I honestly can’t tell if he’d give you a pet name ?? It’d probably be something like “nestling,” “my love,” and “baby/bébé.” (/ Meaning he uses both the English and French ver.)

❝H—Hey bébé. . . If you aren't too busy, would-would you maybe want to accompany me to brother’s magic show tonight ?? I-I could really use your company and I know we haven't been a date in a while. . .❞

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Crafts you all kinds of trickets🫶🫶

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Brings you the prettiest stones and little things that he finds when he goes deep-diving.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Lyney “adopted” you into the family the moment you and Fremi started dating.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: He cringes whenever Lyney calls him a nickname, but he melts when you do it.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Isn’t a big fan of PDA (he’ll obvi hold your hand) but in the confines of his room, he’ll cling to you.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Will sometimes get pouty when you’re cuddled up to Pers and not him.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Doesn’t get jealous like at all, he’ll just get annoyed and nervous at most.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Didn’t pay much attention to his appearance initially, but ever since you started lovingly thumbing, kissing, and counting his freckles, it’s become his favorite thing about himself.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: I can imagine him liking his hair played with.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Silently protective over you, you know ?? Like he’ll squeeze your hand if he senses someone you’re around is dangerous or unnerving. Or if he wants to leave and doesn’t want interrupt your conversation.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Strangely warm !! He isn’t sure why you enjoy hugging him so much, but never complains, hehe.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Likes to be both the big and little spoon !! If a day comes where he’s just exceptionally tired, he’ll want to be the little spoon. But if he wants to feel like the bigger person or you need comforting, he’ll be the big spoon.

꒱₊˚ 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘 !! 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀

𖠵𝟎𝟎: I’M 1000% COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN, I PROMISE 🤐🤐🙏🙏

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Lyney, as we know him, is very incredibly playful and can be very charming !! He uses this to his advantage.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Was obsessed with you before you started dating and is still obsessed with you now 😭

𖠵𝟎𝟑: The complete opposite of Freminet. He will not shut up about you to his siblings. . . (Sometimes he might mention you to “father.”)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Wants nothing but for you to be safe and protected. (Bonus points if it’s in his arms.)

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Going back to the Knave, Lyney might share the relationship you two have with her but won’t give any explicit details about who you are as a means to protect you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: “Darling,” “gorgeous,” “lovebug/bug,” “my (love)/mi (amour),” “my sweet,” and “sweetheart/chérie.”

❝Thank you so much for coming to today’s show, my love! It always fills me with so much energy seeing you in the seats, staring up at me. . . I ought to put together a show just for you, hm? How does this Friday sound?❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Loves to tease you !!

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Does not like waking up in the mornings, especially when you’re lying in bed with him.

loves to hide his face in your neck whenever he’s lying with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Loves PDA. He cannot give a single fuck if you guys are in public. If anything, he’s proud to show his love for you to everyone.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Can sometimes be unintentionally flirty with other people without realizing it. Don’t get it twisted, though; he’s incredibly loyal to you.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Many people (of all genders) find him very charming, and as much as that might sting you, Lyney always finds a way to bring you into the conversation to dismiss their advances.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Can be a little feisty sometimes. Examples are: biting your lower lip when he’s kissing you, biting your ear and nibbling on your neck in public, and placing his hand dangerously close to your thigh.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Uses incredibly cheesy pickup lines and one-liners.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: If someone is continuously making advances towards you, then he’ll get jealous.

he’ll walk over to you, put a hand on your waist and act overly affectionate towards you hoping it’ll drive the person away.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Seems innocent (enough), but if he sees you’re upset by someone’s actions, he’ll flip that fatui switch on immediately just to see you smile again.

sometimes asks Lynette and/or Freminet to comfort you while he’s taking care of the person.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Surprises you by showing up in the most unexpected places in your house.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Hates being away from you for long ): That’s the main reason why he hates arguments between you two.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: (↑) Although he lowkey can be petty sometimes. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟗: His hands are really soft !! Sometimes you’ll gently caress them, and he’ll literally melt on the spot.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Also one who loves to see you in his clothes !! 𖠵𝟐𝟏: Really wants to have matching outfits with you. 🫶

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you dress yourself up !! He just adores seeing all sides of you.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: You have a whole bouquet of rainbow roses from the amount of times he’s randomly pulled one out and gave it to you. . .

꒱₊˚ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 !! 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: The most gentleman to ever gentleman, I believe ?!?!

idk man, it’s something with the dragon guys in Teyvat. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟐: I’d like to believe that when he started liking you, the Melusines caught on, because he seemed to always be lost in thought. . . 🤭

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Despite him being absolutely stunning and incredibly smart, he somehow felt like he didn’t have a chance with you. . .

the Melusines and Furina were not having any of that !! they devised a plan where she talked to you, and they talked to him. it all worked out in the end.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Being in love with a busy man has its pros and cons, obviously; Neuvillette always tries his best to balance them out. ☹️☹️

𖠵𝟎𝟓: You guys tried to keep your relationship hidden for as long as you could with how Fontaine loves its drama. . .

and when you it got out (guess how), rumors, whispers everything spread like a wildfire. it was incredibly overwhelming for you, and he tried his best to quiet everyone down and comfort you 😞☹️ you can imagine the weather. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟔: (↑) Some people were muttering how you didn’t deserve him or weren’t “pretty enough” for him, which really pissed him off, but he had to remain civil (for the most part, lolz.)

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Your emotions have an incredible impact on him ?!?! If you start crying or if you’re sad, it’ll domino effect onto him. He loves you so much that it physically hurts him to see you distraught.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: All the Melusines adore you !! They absolutely see you as their other parental figure since you guys started dating.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: (↑) MELTS whenever he sees you interacting with kids. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟎: “Cherie/sweetheart,” “honey,” “my (dear/dearest)” and “my (love)/mi amour.”

❝I’m home, mon chéri. . . I must apologize for coming home later than usual—an issue in the case I’m looking into has presented itself and I went to personally deal with it. Hm, what was that, love? Ah, what was the ‘issue?’ Don’t worry about it, my dear. What matters is that it’s been dealt with. Now, have you had dinner yet?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: His trust in you runs pretty deep, so he trusts you when others are flirting with you. However, when people aren’t leaving you alone or are masking their interest behind innocent actions, he’ll get pissed.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: God forbid anyone lays their hands on you. . . Neuvillette doesn’t take people hurting you lightly at all.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: (↑) He isn’t a big fan of people touching what’s his in general, but he knows he (unfortunately) can’t have you all to himself. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) Safe to say, he’s quite territorial. . . He is a dragon, after all. They are quite protective over their treasure..

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Wrio likes to bring you up in conversations over tea !!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: This man has always been head over heels for you. Whenever you two are shopping together, he’ll follow you around like a puppy—always insisting that he holds your bags and pays.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Pretty gentle with you. . . The farthest thing he wants is to hurt you, but sometimes his primal instincts kick in and he can’t help but want to mark what’s his !!

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Spoils the hell out of you. He literally can’t help it. He’ll see something that he’ll think you’ll like or something that reminds him of you and gets it without another thought.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Really doesn’t like that you can tell his mood based of whether or not it’s raining. . . He hates worrying you.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Furina loves to ask about you !! She thinks you two are so cute together.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Loves whenever you visit him in his office while he’s working !! He’ll always try and persuade you to stay with him while he works—coaxing you to sit on his lap and such.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He’s still relatively new to understanding human emotions, so he really appreciates you being patient and helping him out.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you’re mad at him or giving the silent treatment, he’ll just look at you with the most saddest eyes ever. Guarantee heavy downfalls until you two make up 💔

꒱₊˚ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !! 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟎: Literally the almost perfect definition of my type 😭

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s smart, cocky, and hot. You’re in for a wild ride with this one 💔👍

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Secretly a deep-rooted hopeless romantic at heart, he just hasn’t had the time to explore that part of him because of his duties in the fortress.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Like Neuvillette, this man is head over heels for you. It’s just that he’s better at hiding it (most times, anyway.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: A big teaser !! He loves to get under your skin.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Can and will protect you at any cost. He loves you so much, it’d kill him inside if something were to happen to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: A bit of a sadist, I think. . . He’ll watch you struggle for a bit before actually helping you with something.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Before you two started dating, Sigewinne kept on insisting he confess to you because of how obvious it was.

Clorinde also gave him shit for it.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “Baby/babe,” “doll,” “my (darling),” “my (dear),” “my (love/lovely),” “pretty/my boy/girl,” and “sweetheart.”

❝Oh? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by for a visit today, doll—not that I’m complaining, of course. . . Lucky for you, I just finished up all my paperwork for the day, so I’m all yours ~ Wait, what? What do you mean you’re only here to deliver more papers? Please tell me you’re joking, babe. . . Archons sake, please at least stay for tea. I haven’t seen you since this morning.❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Roughly smells like freshly brewed tea with a mix of his cologne—it’s a rather comforting smell, actually.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Hates whenever you’re gone too long above ground. He gets grouchy (more so than usual) whenever he hasn’t seen you for a certain amount of time.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Surprisingly like a sloth when you two aren’t at work. . . He loves clings to you, doesn’t matter what you’re doing or where you’re at.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: I’d like to think he doesn’t give a shit about what people normally think of him, so he’ll love you on wherever and whenever.

loves to rub his cheeks/stubble against yours despite your whining !! i’m weak

𖠵𝟏𝟑: One of his favorite things about the two of you is your size difference. He finds it adorable his hand can comfortably envelope yours and somehow perfectly fit around your throat. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: A waist holder !! He loves to have a hand on your waist one way or another. Whether it be him pressed against you from behind or simply just a hand on your waist while you’re standing next to each other.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Protective and possessive !! Not too much to the point where it’s toxic, I think. He’s just very territorial, and does not like when people get too close to you. He always denies he doesn’t get jealous, but he isn’t fooling anyone.

he doesn’t want your future to repeat his past, so he tries desperately to protect you from those kinds of people.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: (↑) All for marking you in obvious places if he sees this is a frequent thing. . . He’s far from shy with it, as well.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always prepares an extra cup of tea for you just in case you were to stop by his office.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Nearly suffocates you if you’re in bed facing him—he’ll smoosh your head against his chest so you don’t have a chance to leave.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: People were genuinely shocked when they found he was dating someone !! Some didn’t believe you until Wrio proved them wrong.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Is a mixture between gentle and rough with you. . . He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you or you know, break you.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He claims he’d be fine if you two broke up but in reality, he’d be a complete mess. (Sigewinne knows this without a doubt.)

𖠵𝟐𝟐: (↑) Pouts whenever you spend too much time with her and not enough with him </3 He can be a literal manbaby sometimes.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Literally doesn’t know what to do with himself whenever you ignore him or give him the silent treatment.

goes to Clorinde for help if he’s really stuck. which may or may not be proven helpful depending on her mood. . .

𖠵𝟐𝟒: Adores whenever you’re resting on top his chest !! He always says that’s where you belong, lol.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: (↑) Also likes it when you rest on his lap when he’s sorting out paperwork. He claims you “give him the energy needed to make it through the day.”

𖠵𝟐𝟔: The one for you if you have a praise kink and the one for you if you have a degrading kink !! Two birds with one stone, amirite ?? kill me

[thetempleofhades]

favorites

it was clear to anyone with eyes that within Fontaine, your favorites remained the Melusines. Not even the favor you showed Furina compared to the favoritism you showed the Melusines.

you'd willingly consume countless of Sigewinne's milkshakes with a delighted smile, sighing happily at the happy smile she gave in response.

You'd consumed so many milkshakes that even Wriothesley was starting to get worried about you.

"Your grace... maybe you'd like tea instead?" He offered as Sigewinne brought the milkshake she makes specifically for you! He shot you a look of concern as he sat next to you, ignoring the pointed look Sigewinne gave him.

"Mmmm, how could I ever?" You refused, not wanting to see your beloved Sigewinne upset. "Sigewinne made it specifically for me, I shouldn't refuse her gift."

Wriothesley's concerned look only grew as he could see your face pale at the first taste.

"Mmmmm, it's very delicious. Thank you Sigewinne." You thanked her, smiling happily at her as you shot Wriothesley a side glare warning him not to say anything.

Wriothesley snorted off to the side as he turned his head, taking another sip of his tea.

Your pocket watch, a gift from Neuvillette himself, made a beeping sound and you fished it from your pocket to look at the time. "Hm. It's about time with my scheduled tea time with Furina." You mused as you sighed and started to get up.

Your smile remained bright as you bid Sigewinne goodbye. "I'll come back as soon as I can. In the meantime, make sure to give Wriothesley all my milkshakes." You snorted at the sound of horror behind you.

"Come back soon, Your Grace!" She waved at you goodbye as you started to walk past Wriothesley.

"You know you don't have to see me off, Furina and Neuvillette are waiting for me at the top entrance for the lift." You remarked, still smiling.

"What kind of Administrator would I be if I didn't see Our beloved Creator off?" He commented, falling into pace with you easily. "Maybe I should cause havoc to get a daily tea party with you?" He remarked, looking like he was thinking.

You looked at him with surprise before laughter left you.You clutched your stomach as you covered your mouth to muffle your laughter, tears of absolute joy filling your eyes. "I never thought I'd ever hear something like that from you!" You chuckled, amused smile still on your face.

Wriothesley was looking at you fondly as you approached the lift, waving to the front desk. "Come back soon?"

You smiled at him, softly this time as your star-filled eyes twinkled at him. "I'll always come back, Your Grace." You teasingly called him by his title before you leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Let's have tea next time, okay?"

Wriothesley could only nod as the lift took off.

Yeah... you definitely had favorites in Fontaine that weren't Melusines.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Since you can do MMD stuff now I have a request!

The Fontaine gals with an S/O who likes to eat ice cream with them atop somewhere high while watching the sunset! (Inspired by Kingdom Hearts)

(Genshin Impact) Navia, Furina, and Lynette eating ice cream with their S/O

I'd throw my sea salt ice cream at Xion's head.

Navia prefers baked treats over cold ones, but she'll have no complaints about sharing either with her S/O!

And when it comes to their choice of their scenery, Navia absolutely loves it.

Watching the sunset with her lover at her side gets her heart racing.

Though with that being said, she only goes along if that evening is not particularly windy.

The last thing she wants is her hat flying off into the wind at that height.

Mostly because she'll go after it, which S/O would have to grab Navia and make sure she won't fall.

And with how strong she is, she's taking S/O with her.

She also tries to make sure the ice cream doesn't drip down onto her dress, but other than that, sitting next to them is one of her new favorite past times!

===

Navia smiled as she took a bite into the frozen treat, turning to S/O and raising her sunglasses.

S/O blushed at her bright expression, staring more at her than the sunset itself.

(S/O) "Sure thing! I'm sure you can make it taste better too!"

(Navia) "Aw, I can't make it without you, silly! Now, what did you call this again?"

(S/O) "Sea Salt Ice Cream."

(Navia) "Sea Salt, got it! There should be no shortage of that around here, I'm surprised no one's made this sooner!"

(S/O) "A friend of mine taught me the recipe. He liked sitting up here with his friends and eating the same thing."

Navia's sunglasses dropped back down as she moved closer to S/O, taking another bite from her ice cream.

(Navia) "Well...I'm glad you wanted to share this sight with me too!"

Furina is a woman of class, only enjoying the most delectable of desserts adorned with fancy decorations.

And their taste must be nothing short of sublime!

So when it comes to ice cream, admittedly, she finds them lacking, but sweets are sweets!

And the ones S/O had chosen to share with her passed her expectations!...When it comes to the taste, anyway.

But when it came to their choice of location, Furina was more than happy to watch the sunset in silence with S/O.

It was honestly a nice change of pace than the opera houses they'd frequent. This secluded place on the wall overlooking a large part of Fontaine felt like a special place, reserved only for them.

===

Furina examined the treat before her under close scrutiny. Appearance-wise, it was just a block of blue. Boring!

But, S/O had made this specially for her. The taste passed her inspection but it was admittedly bland. She would have to properly inform them how to make amazing treats!

(S/O) "Do you like it?"

(Furina) "The taste is adequate. But would it have killed you to put some flair onto this ice cream?"

(S/O) "Well, my friend never really taught me to do anything special with it."

(Furina) "Your friend?"

(S/O) "Oh, did I not tell you? He's the one who taught me how to make it! We all shared the ones he made at this very spot. Heh, everytime he showed us, he'd ask if we "got it memorized" every single time!"

While Furina was listening, she became enraptured by S/O's face as they recalled their fond memory, smiling as the sun was shining on them.

They had noticed she was staring and tilted their head curiously.

(S/O) "Is something wrong?"

Furina smiled and tasted her ice cream, then leaning the treat towards S/O.

Admittedly, Lynette did not try too many dishes that were either too hot or cold. The only exception for that being tea, and even then she had to wait for it to cool off.

Due to inheriting the cat-like traits, a very sensitive tongue was one of the things she had to learn to live with.

So, ice cream was something she did not have often, although she admittedly did enjoy it, but not to the same degree as other dessert aficionados.

But she won't say no to a free meal, especially one provided by her S/O.

And seeing how happy S/O was to give her the homemade ice cream, she couldn't refuse that smile.

Doubly so when she got to watch the sun set next to them, though feeling the heat directly made her want to take a nap more than anything.

===

Lynette looked at the ice cream in her hands, noticing how basic the shape was.

Shrugging, her tongue poked out from her lips as she gave the ice cream a lick, immediately recoiling.

S/O chuckled at her cute reaction.

(S/O) "I mean, it is ice cream, Lynette. How did it taste?"

Lynette stared blankly at S/O before failing to contain a small smile from growing. She waited for a few moments before taking another lick, noting the taste.

(Lynette) "Salty, but sweet at the same time. Surprisingly not too strong in either direction."

(S/O) "Okay, good! My friend would never let me live it down if I messed up the recipe for my girlfriend."

Now it was Lynettte's turn to quietly chuckle as she looked at the setting sun, feeling the warmth on her skin.

(Lynette) "I don't think Lyney would either. Speaking of which, do you mind making more for him as well?"

(S/O) "Sure. Want me to teach you as well? It's pretty simple."

Lynette paused for a moment, her ears twitching.

(Lynette) "I don't have to use any appliances, do I?"

(S/O) "The stovetop and freezer, mostly."

(Lynette) "I...think I'll watch, so that way I don't break it."

S/O laughed, almost dropping their own ice cream.

(S/O) "Okay. You'll at least eat them when I make them, right?"

Lynette smiled at them before getting back to slowly finishing up the ice cream.

(Lynette) "I won't eat one every day, but I will when you make them."

[silvery-orchid]

my vices are slow and steady.

neuvillete let you make your choice once. and now you are standing in front of him again after your divorce. you should be glad his patience takes on a special shape when with you.

possessive! neuvillete x gn! reader. (a small gift to thank the neuvillette lovers from my inbox.)

his office rings with an all familiar sound. it is two o'clock in the afternoon. four years ago when he bought this clock, you said you hated the sound it made.

'for such an extravagant clock, it doesn't sound cute at all.' neuvillette did not understand what you meant until two years later. the chimes of this clock sounded like the bells that were in your wedding. and he had to agree with you that it was a horrible sound.

neuvillette always thought that patience was one of his virtues but while he was sitting there (in the middle of the row because sitting up front would have been dangerous), he finally realized that it was a vice when applied to you.

he was too patient; too lenient some would say. he held you in such a high light that when you started dating the foolish man, he thought it was a simple phase. extending you his grace and waiting for you to come to your senses seemed like the best option. and sometimes he considers the rest a blur. while he was busy dealing with fontaine's court and the underground rebellion, that foolish man worth less than the dust on his shelves slipped a ring on your finger.

neuvillete voiced with resounding reason to try and get you to reconsider. he was your dear friend after all. tough love has never been a stranger to your conversations with him. because of it, he felt no issue saying that you should break it off.

'i asked you for your opinion about my happiness, but it seems you consider me incapable of choosing.' were your exact words. thinking of it now, you said them to him while this same clock was chiming away. he remembers the way you walked out and the wedding invite he got only a few days later. you attached a small note next to it. - i asked you once and you said what you had to say. allow me to prove that this is not a mistake. -

he still has that same note in his desk on the very bottom. he threw out the invite as soon as your wedding was over but would showing you the note now be far too cruel?

neuvillette did not consider his patience to be a waste however. deciding that he was too patient only made him realize he had to continue with it a bit more until you came around.

oh, and after only 2 years of a shaky marriage, he can hear your footsteps on the tiles in front of his office hallway.

truly, your choice was utterly idiotic. it was bound to fail. marrying a simple toy maker? really? you needed someone far better than that. and now you were coming back to him. he knows those footsteps belong to you. the click-clack of your shoes is unmistakable to his heart. the slower third step you take makes his chest heave. he reminds himself that this is relief and that anger existed when your steps were echoing on the way to the isle.

he decides not to show you the note; he decides not to be angry. as long as you are walking in his direction, he can find it in himself to forgive your foolishness. but he can feel his patience has hit a limit as your hand turn the doorknob.

he has waited long enough for you too be back here; long enough until your dumb decision expired. would he speak first or would you? he did visit you a few times after you got married but he hadn't seen you for half a year now. he takes a deep breath as you take the first step inside the room of chessboard tiles. he refuses to take any other role in your life from now on. no rooks or bishops or knights - he will be your king. and he is afraid this is the one decision you cannot make because he knows better.

he straightens up, makes sure it seems like he is writing his signature down. only you are allowed to enter his office without knocking but why should you know that? you have no right to know all of the exceptions he gives you.

'i see you still have that ugly clock in here.' typical, of course you would lead with that. it causes his face to relax as a small smile shows. 'if i said it reminds me of you, would you hold it against me'

you are halfway through his office. you halt on the white tile. your arms are halfway outstretched. they make it clear you had the intention of embracing him. when they fall back down as you stop, he has to keep it in himself not to tsk. instead, he puts down the pen and gets up.

'would i hold it against you that you said i remind you of an ugly clock?'

neuvillette is already in front of you, he makes sure to take up all your visual space. he stands on the black tile as he continues what you failed to do. he puts one hand on your back, holds your waist with the other as he brings you in for a hug. he can feel his line of patience start to diminish once your bodies are so close to one another. he was right to wait, from now on he will ensure you two become even closer.

your body warmth and your scent should all belong to him. he breaks the embrace once he realizes the ugly truth he hated to imagine; you were even closer with another man. neuvillette can feel copper in his throat at the images that flood his mind. for a second while moving away, his gloved fingers hold onto your hip with some roughness but it is immediately gone once he takes a deep breath.

it isn't anything that cannot be fixed.

'how could i hold it against you when you were the reason i managed to get those divorce papers and hearings approved so fast?'

you truly have no idea how lucky you are to have him. wait, no; you had no idea how lucky you were to have him. but now you do and he will make sure to use it to his advantage.

'i am glad you sent me a letter asking for my help when you did. it is unfortunate that our laws and procedures change so fast that even those like you, who abandoned our service, have trouble navigating them.'

lying comes easy to him now. it was an oh so fortunate thing that brought you right back here. he can see his words sting and make your shoulders tense up but you have to be reminded of your mistake. he said he was patient, he never said he wouldn't hold it against you with remarks like these.

until you live, neuvillette will keep reminding you of your failure; of the idiotic man you choose and how you went against his advice.

you bite your lower lip for a second. it is on the left side. the left corner means you want to ask a question. the right corner means you are hesitating with a remark. of course he knows your patterns.

'neu...did you perhaps know what would happen? and that is why you were against me marrying him?'

he has to hold back his laughter deep inside. you look so cute asking him a question like that. it doesn't really matter what he knew about that man. all that matters is that he knew no other man would be good for you. his vices always had a way of slowly growing. there is no need for you to know the lengths he went to to keep his patience up. take the new legislation he introduced to ensure only certain toy makers would be kept afloat. or, take that bar worker that your ex-husband cheated on you with. he spent 5 hours choosing the perfect candidate based on the stack of papers with the name and image of foolish choice.

'have i ever had anything besides your best interests in my mind? come, we shouldn't be late to the magic show. lynette and lyney have improved drastically since the last time you saw them.'

perhaps it is another vice of his. but he refuses to have you come back to him only to speak of another. there is a time and a place for everything and neuvillette is patient enough to wait for the right moments to use your weaknesses against you.

[puchiehk]

Don't be shy!

A/N: I wrote this at 6am after just waking up. Just a small drabble, so sorry if it isn't that good! Freminet is my favourite genshin character already. I relate to him so bad and he's so cute ;-; anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

(NOT A SHIP POST!)

"Come now, Freminet~"

The magician's cooing voice barely penetrated the noise-cancelling effects of Freminet's helmet, and his teasing tone of voice most certainly wasn't convincing him to take it off.

"Let me see that smile. Just a little one! I know you have it in you."

Lyney had been teasing his little brother all day. Pinching his cheeks, calling him cute, and poking at him to make him smile. It was that last thing that had caused Freminet to put up his helmet, hiding himself from the evil, flustering clutches of his older brother. But of course — that alone didn't dissuade Lyney from doing what a brother does best.

Lyney started to prod at Freminet's tummy, and the diver immediately tried to defend himself by curling up. But all that did was cause Lyney's offending fingers to switch to tickling the boy's side. "Tickle tickle!~" He cooed, finding a way under Freminet's jacket to skitter his nails along his skin directly. He could hear his little brother's giggles, however muffled by the helmet. "Does it tickle, Freminet? Oooh, I can imagine the cute little smile you must have now. Your cheeks would be bright pink, and you'd have those adorable little dimples..."

"Lyneeehey..." A whine rang out from Freminet. The front screen on his helmet had changed now, showing a pixelated depiction of a laughing face. The irony of Freminet's own helmet he'd put up for defence giving him away using its facial recognition made Lyney smile.

"Yes, my dear brother?" Lyney's hands wandered over to Freminet's tummy again, scribbling and pinching at the slightly pudgy skin. His squirming increased in intensity and he latched onto Lyney's wrists, but made no effort to push him away. "I'll keep tickle-tickle-tickling you until you show me your face."

Another whine sounded and Lyney started to circle Freminet's navel, taking his sweet time tickling the skin around it as the Diver started to panic upon realising where he was going. "Lyhyney!"

"Hmm? Did you say something? I'm afraid I can't hear you with that helmet up~"

After another moment of slow circles around Freminet's bellybutton, the boy reached up, his arms trembling slightly as he took off the helmet, sliding it off of his head and letting it drop next to him. And with that, his face was on full display.

"There he is!" Lyney chuckled, ceasing the tickling in favour of cupping Freminet's cheeks in his hands and peppering kisses all over the boy's face. "The cutest little brother in all of Fontaine... Aren't you just so precious?~"

Freminet could feel his already warm face heat up even more in the wake of even more teasing from Lyney. "A-ahare you happy now...?"

"Very." The magician nodded, nuzzling their noses together, eliciting a giggle from the both of them. But then out of nowhere, the circling around Freminet's navel started again.

"Ahah—! W-wait! I-Ihi ahahalready shohowed you my fahace!!"

"Mhm. You did, and I'm so proud of you, little brother. But now, I want to see what kind of face you make when I do this~"

"NohoOHOHAHA! N-NOHohot theHEHERE!"

"So cute. You like it here, hm? Riiiiight here? Maybe I'll stay in this spot for a looong time, then...~"

[litenmyra]

Borrower Aether & Neuvillette - Introduction (Genshin Impact G/T)

A very very short chapter introducing the two main subjects of the fic! I wanted to test the waters with writing, and a chapter fic at that, so I'm making something off of an idea I've had for a while now! I am actually writing this without having even entered Fontaine in the AQ (still not done w/ Sumeru's) but I adore Neuvi too much not to make something g/t related with him in it! I urge anyone who sees any mistakes with my grammar, spelling, missing words, etc. to point me the right way so I can make this a learning journey too. Otherwise I hope you all enjoy this small introduction! <3 Warnings: Spoilers for the 4.2 Archon quest! Probably incorrect french to, I used the translator for it, so if someone knows french please tell me if it the right way to spell "the little café"

The pitter-patter of the rain was relentless. Shaking the glass panes with each hit, accompanying it too was the rolling thunder that without mercy grated the smallest of critters' ears.

However, certain small creatures were happy with the lengthy periods of rain. Aether could easily be described as such an example. For a borrower like himself it was nothing short of a blessing with how the rain easily drowned out his steps and tinkering with even the smallest of drizzles. Running inside these stone walls, however, humans would not be able to hear him either way. On top of that, he didn’t even have to hide from any rodents where he now resided. The odd spider or pill bug was all that Aether had witnessed.

No, how Aether would consider himself more than blessed this time, was how the man occupying the office the borrower usually roamed through was always out of it the moment the day's forecast predicted as much as the smallest of drops. Almost as if the water magnetized him. Never would he question the habits of this strange man, in part afraid that it would jinx his opportunities to scour the place for things easily offered up when the large room was empty. The small blond faced the large blue window from where he stood on the desk, making sure all was quiet within the room. The rain had been going on for a while, so no amount of caution taken was too much when in his shoes.

The coast was clear as springwater. 

With a silent tact he made his way over to the teacup that was ever so perfectly placed in its everyday spot. 

He put a foot into the handle, slightly testing the fullness of the cup with his own weight, making sure there was no wobble to it. The teacup remained steady, showing no signs of tipping over, even as he now balanced his whole body on the porcelain. As expected. 

With a practiced meticulousness, Aether used his momentum and swung himself up onto the rim of the teacup to see his usual reflection mirroring him in the clear water below. Bingo!

He quickly fetched the handsewn leather pouch that adorned his belt, bringing it to the surface to scoop up some of the water. The pouch filled smoothly, sagging with the liquid it now carried. 

Aether took a piece of twine and twisted it around the lip of the pouch, easily tying it back onto his belt.

 Done! And now ready for- Wait. 

The rain had abruptly started to recede outside.

The boy strained his ears, remaining unmoving for a second. Okay, the room was just as silent as it had been only a moment ago. Aether knew however, that after the rain came sunshine, and having observed the man who worked within these walls, with sunshine the office would all too soon be occupied once more. 

Hopping off the cup, there was no time to spare. He was quick down the desk, with a whip of his hand the hook came loose, he gathered it as he ran off to the crack in the wall. 

He would have more rainy days ahead to take advantage of, and as he had quickly caught on during his stay here, was that there was no shortage of rainy days. – The Iudex entered his office with heavy shoulders. Yet, having met briefly with Lady Furina on his way back, he couldn’t help but feel that today's burdens had lifted, if only ever so slightly. They had discussed nothing short of the mundane, Furina had more and more to tell on that particular front. Neuvillette couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at remembering the immensely vast types of pasta that the woman had shown him when she had also given him a little shopping haul. It seemed she’d never tire of it.

As with any busy day, however, for both former Archon and Chief Justice, their duties had led their meeting to an end. 

It was no coincidence that after the small chat between both, the skies had cleared enough for the sun to shine through upon the city again. The man settled in his chair, looking at the relatively scarce pile of paperwork compared to the new documents he stashed just beside them. With all this day had brought him, good and bad, he just needed a small refresher. Neuvillette reached for the teacup that was placed in its usual spot, bringing it to his lips. Sipping carefully on the water in it. No longer was he surprised by the slightly leathery taste it carried. It used to surprise him, as it had never occurred merely a few months prior, but he figured that with the new upholstering of the furniture in the room, the leathery smell had lingered. Nevermind that, the freshness of the water still overpowered it. Placing the cup back onto its coaster, Neuvillette eyed the documents before him. They read of a case he had scheduled the following week. It read about suspected thievery in ‘La Petite Pâtisserie’, a café just south of the court. Cozy, was the general word of mouth that had reached Neuvillette. Dutifully reading the case, the old dragon caught sight of something peculiar; a single ‘a’ in the lines of words appeared to have been smudged. This was nothing unusual per say, excess ink bringing with it stains was not something rare, especially with the printing press’ newfound popularity across the nation. Heaven’s know how often the printing blocks needed a clean, and with time a replacement, as the surfaces were worn down and rendered insufficient. 

He had gotten to know most about this when he not too recently had a case on his table regarding the growing urgent matter of the suppliance of letter blocks, yet how difficult that was to achieve with their costly production; many of the industries involved in the procedure had suffered losses when their major deals with big magazines and newspapers had been nullified, as inevitably the cost, the production, and the wearing all had resulted in nothing short of illegible prints. But the details of that legal case were of no significance right now. The orderly man brought his gaze closer to the document. It was an almost insignificant imprint to the average person, were you to skim through it all it would look like nothing but an innocuous spillage, but Neuvillette could discern it clearly from the odd ink blot. Yes, the letter’s ink had bled into what almost looked like a small shoe print. The Chief Justice raised a brow at this discovery.

‘How intriguing.'

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A/N: Soooo, I just wrote this after waiting way to long and wanted to share it. Hope you guys like it!

If you asked Lyney what his favorite part of performing magic was, he would say it was seeing the reactions of the audience. This was partially true. There was no beating the satisfaction of seeing people's faces light up in wonder at the spectacles before them, but what was even greater was the smiles on their faces. Growing up, he and his sister had little to smile about. Life on the streets leads to a lot of mistrust, both on their own parts and of others. It was at his first magic show that, through his amazement of the showmanship and miracles before him, he turned to his sister and saw an even greater miracle, a smile on Lynette's face.

From that day forward, both he and Lynette dedicated themselves to the craft of magic. Lyney might have made the excuse that it was for money, but he knew the real reason was to get the chance to give others a sliver of joy through their day.

That love of seeing his sibling happy extended as he and his sister were adopted into the house of hearth. Upon meeting his new little brother, Freminet, he recognized the same seemingly expressionless look on his face as the very one Lynette seemed to have. He never thought he would want to see anyone smile as much as his sister, but he felt the bond of family towards this quiet, shy boy almost immediately, as if the three of them had always been siblings. And for the first time, Lynette felt the same need to make him smile as well.

Maybe it was an older sibling's instinct, to protect and provide while also making sure the youngest was the happiest they could be. Or maybe it was the fact that Lynette saw a bit of herself in him. Someone who was quiet and preferred to work in the shadows while the real star of the show shined in the spotlight. Though he didn't participate in their shows, he had other ways of bringing joy to the masses while staying out of the limelight. For instance, he designed Pers himself, and he allowed a local toy company to sell miniature versions of his adorable machine. That way, he could share this small joy he had with other kids around Fontaine.

Needless to say, both siblings were always determined to see Freminet happy. They would commonly rehearse their shows and workshop new magic tricks in front of him, looking to see what made him smile the most. They would always ask for his feedback, both for their own improvement and to give him a chance to feel that he contributed to the show. Almost every rehearsal left him in amazement, no matter how many times he had seen it. The only suggestion he had ever made was adding Peres to the show. Both twins thought it was only fitting that they added what was essentially their brothers mascot to some of their performances.

After workshopping some new tricks, they settled on one where he would pop out of Lyneys hat, waddle over to Lynette, then walk into her hat and disappear, only for it to reappear and waddle offstage.

"So," Lynette asked after his bow at the grand finale, "What do you think?"

Fremite was already smiling ear to ear as he watched his creation cutely walk away.

"That was amazing! How did you even get him to wind back up again?"

Lynette smirked as she went to retrieve the mechanical penguin. "You know we can't tell you the answer to that."

Freminet sighed as Pers was handed back to him. "I suppose, but that won't stop me from wondering."

"Wonder is all part of the show," Lyney chuckled as he went to ruffle his brother's hair. "I can tell this trick will be a hit. I think Pers makes a wonderful addition to our performance."

Freminet swatted his hand away and attempted to fix his hair. "Why are you so sure people will like it? I thought you guys go through tricks all the time, and you hardly ever settle on one so quickly."

"Well, if it could make you smile then it could make anyone smile." Lyney gently grabbed back Pers and held him out, making it look like he was walking towards Freminet. "I think it's a great trick." Lyney spoke in a high pitched voice, his impression of what he believed Pers sounded like.

Freminet struggled to suppress another grin. "You're so childish." He turned to Lynette for some support.

"He's right you know," She gestured to Lyney, "If something can make you happy then it's surely worth adding to the full show."

Fremite gave a groan as he snatched back his beloved penguin. "What is it with you two and mentioning me smiling whenever you get the chance. Do I really smile that rarely?"

Lynette huffed in amusement. "I'd say it's pretty rare. Even when you were a child you wouldn't smile all that often."

"True," Lyney chimed in, "it seemed like the only thing that ever made you really laugh was the games we used to play."

A pink blush appeared on Freminets freckled face, remembering him and his siblings acting out various myths and fairytales he had read about. The previous director had berated Freminet for reading these fairy tales, claiming he was too naive and needed to grow up. After that, he had hidden away his stories, that is until his siblings were adopted into the house of hearth. It was their companionship that made him want to share his stories with them. Though they didn't believe in fairy tales themselves, they saw how happy it made him, and of course they found ways to incorporate the stories into games. With their help, he slowly conditioned himself out of the habits imposed on him by the previous director and started nurturing that part of himself again. As he grew, he had less time for games, and sometimes felt he was too old for them. Even so, he still found joy in these stories.

"T-that was a long time ago." He responded.

"Not to us," Lynette said, "and last I checked you still love reading your books. Why should enjoying games be any different?"

"Because, they're..." He really had no defense. If he was being honest he did find a part of himself missed playing those games. But another part of him found it all too embarrassing. No, embarrassed wasn't the right word for it. Flustered. That's how he felt remembering those games. Still, he couldn't say he hated it.

"If I remember right, there's one fairy tale you were always particularly interested in." Lyney said.

Freminet racked his brain trying to remember which story he could be referring to. That's when he noticed the creeping grin on his brother's face and his wiggling fingers.

"The story goes that there lives fae's in the woods that love making people laugh."

His eyes widened suddenly as memories flooded back to him. The tale of the tickling fae's had been one of his favorite stories. So much so that his siblings started making up games where they would act as the mischievous creatures and do everything they could to get him laughing.

"I'm sure you're starting to remember the tickle fae's. You must, you're already turning pink. You must remember how fae's love finding people who are grumpy and tickle all the grumpiness right out of them."

Freminet felt a grin starting to form as he covered his face. He had always been extremely susceptible to teasing, which Lyney was exceptionally good at.

"Lyney, plehehehease!" He giggled, already feeling ticklish from the teasing alone.

"Please what, brother of mine? Please tickle you until you can't stop smiling?" His grin could have been mistaken for one of pure evil, but Freminet knew it was all a part of his "Fae persona", where he and Lynette would become ruthless tickle monsters.

"I-I'm already smiling!"

"True, but we've hardly gotten to see it lately. I say we should make up for lost time." He had been getting more and more occupied diving and going on missions, hardly getting the chance to spend time with them. The more he thought about it, the more he felt himself missing getting to laugh with them. Still, tickling was just so childish and silly, he wasn't sure he could handle it all without dying from being so flustered.

Suddenly, Lynette seemed to be right behind him, swiftly grabbing both his wrists and pulling his arms above his head. Freminet tried to hide his face, now with a full smile, by turning his head into his shoulder, but Lynette's grip held strong and he could only cover half his face.

"Well well well, it looks like this grumpy gus has fallen into the tickle fae's trap."

"Whahahait, lets talk abohohouht this!"

"Laughing already?" Lyney chuckled. "Seems like nothings changed, you're as ticklish as ever. And you aren't even trying to get away, just trying to hide your smile from us."

Freminet couldn't even bear to open his eyes, fearing that just looking at his siblings would cause them to attack. Still, the anticipation was killing him, and every second that passed felt like an hour.

"Stop teasing! I cahahan't help it!"

"I'll stop teasing you when you stop hiding your smile from us. The tickling fae's will get to see it one way or another, you might as well show it now."

He knew that his siblings wouldn't let up any time soon, and the build up was killing him. Against his better judgment, he turned his face to look at Lyney. "Fhihihine, are you happy no- NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Just as he had suspected, the moment he made eye contact Lyney started scribbling under his arms. He tried to pull them down but Lynette kept his arms up and high. She wasn't usually one to tease, but she had a soft smile on her face as she looked at the hysterical boy.

"There's that smile! See? That wasn't so hard."

"Yehehehes it was!"

"Well, you've done it at least. Now, which of the fae's games should we play?"

There were a few games the twins had come up with over the years to entertain their brother. Counting ribs, tracing shapes, having to choose which spot to be targeted, you name it and they had played it.

"Hm," Lynette finally chimed in, "How about we let him choose for himself."

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't make me chohohohose!" He giggled Lyney hovered his hands over him in suspense.

"If you don't pick then we'll just have to play all the games! Better choose fast, grumpy gus, or the fae's will choose for you!"

Freminet could hardly think straight through his laughter. He had extensive experience diving, and with that came good control of his breath, but these attacks always tested that ability, and he found it hard to concentrate on anything when he was this breathless from laughter.

"We'll give you till the count of 3 to choose, then the fae's will go through all their games on you!" Lyney teased. "One..." He wiggled his fingers ever so closer to his ribs. "Two..."

"THE SHAPE THING!" Freminet shouted.

"Hm? Not sure what game you're referring to, you'll have to say the name."

"T-the one where you trace shapes, and I have to guess what shape it is..."

"Oh! You mean constellations."

The name came from an old version of the game where they would trace Freminet's freckles. One day after reading a book about mythology, Freminet became sad that they couldn't see the stars from the city. To cheer him up, the twins pretended his face was the night sky and traced their own constellations as they made up their own stories, and when they ran out of room on his face they started tracing the freckles that lined his back and stomach. Freminet proved to be too ticklish to pay attention to anything, so they began a new game where he would have to guess what shape they were trying to make.

"It's been so long since we played that one. Here, I'll start with something easy."

Lyney lifted his shirt up to trace across his stomach. He used a single finger to trace out a circle right around his belly button.

"Hehehehee, I thihihihink its a circle?"

"Ding! That's right." Lynette smiled. "Hey, you shouldn't peak, that's cheating."

"Ihihihi wasn't lohohohoking!"

"Hmm, alright. I'll let you off the hook this time," She teased as she switched to holding his arms with just one hand. "It's my turn now." Right where the bicep met the under arm, she began tracing what was supposed to be the shape of a cat's head.

"Ihihihis it a house?"

"Nope." She suddenly scribbled his under arm, making him squeak.

That was one part of the game Freminet had forgotten: if he guessed wrong, they would unleash a sudden tickle attack wherever it was they were tracing.

"WAIAIAIAIT! A PERSON!"

"Still wrong." She continued scribbling her fingers over his bicep.

"IHIHIHIHI DON'T KNOW!"

"Giving up already?" Lyney laughed.

"YEHEHEHES, JUST TELL ME!"

"How unfortunate, it was supposed to be the face of a cat." She decided to show some mercy and went back to holding his arms with both hands.

"That's way too complex," Freminet wheezed through his remaining giggles.

He still hadn't thrown in the towel yet, and the twins knew that meant he was having fun, even if he wouldn't admit it. Lyney glanced to the side and saw Pers lying on the ground and an idea came to him. He snickered to himself as he picked up the mechanical penguin.

"Look at that, it seems that Pers wants to help make you laugh as well." He held out Pers, this time slowly walking him towards the younger brother to participate.

"Come on, friend," He once again said in his high-pitched impression of Pers, "I love seeing your smile, too." He slowly moved the penguin closer to Freminets torso and suddenly had him 'pecking' at his tummy.

"Nohohoho! Thihihihis is tohohoho much!"

"You used to love Pers' tickle attacks, remember?" He continued gently brushing Pers beak across his torso. Freminet would never admit it, but he did in fact used to love when they would pretend Pers wanted to join in the tickle attacks.

"Ihihihi cahahant!"

"Can't what? Can't stop giggling? That's the whole idea, little brother."

Lynette, deciding to up the game and join in the fun, suddenly releases his arms to squeeze at his ribs. Freminet threw back his head in laughter, trying his best to swat away the hands now scribbling all over his torso.

Before Lyney decided to set Pers aside, he had one more trick up his sleeve.

"I think someone could use some raspberries," he said in his Pers voice while moving him back and forth, "but I can't because of my beak." Lyney pretended to have a conversation with the little bird. "Well that just won't do. I'll just have to give him some raspberries on your behalf."

Freminet started giggling hysterically as Lynette once again took his arms to hold above his head.

"Whahahahait! Nohohohohohot thahahat!" Raspberries we're something he was especially weak against. Something about the silly noise accompanied by the ticklish sensation sent him up the wall every time, to the point he would get tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. Even just the threat of raspberries against him made him turn to a mess of hiccupy laughter.

"I'm just doing this on behalf of your friend," Lyney sang, "he's the one that wants to give you lots of raspberries. Who am I to turn down his request?" He lifted up his shirt just high enough to see his belly.

"Lyney wahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!" He was cut off as Lyney finally blew the biggest raspberry he could right above his bellybutton. He instantly started squirming like his life depended on it, kicking his legs and shaking his head back and forth. He heard his siblings laughing along with him.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time," Lynette chucked. "We should do this more often."

"NAHAHAHAHAHA WE SHOULD- BAHAHAHA!" He was immediately cut of by another barrage of raspberries, all in quick succession and all over his tummy.

"ALRIGHT! TIME OUT!" He squealed as he kicked his feet in the air.

Lyney couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face, eyes squinted and cheeks bright as tomatoes. Nonetheless, he stopped immediately, as they always did when he officially asked for a time out. Lynette followed, releasing his arms and allowing him to curl up into a ball, residual tickles still making him giggle like mad.

"Are you alright?" She asked. She was usually the one to check first to make sure their brother hadn't been pushed too far.

Between his remaining laughter he replied, "Y-yeah, I'm alright. Its just... been a while since I've laughed like that."

"I'll say," Lyney chimed in as he handed him back Pers. "We have to start bringing more games back." He laughed as Freminet covered the blush returning to his face. "Only if you want to, of course. The whole point of this is to make you happy."

Freminet groaned. "I-I like the games, I just... Don't know if I'm getting too old for them."

"I don't think there should be an age limit on something that brings you joy," Lynette said as she wrapped her brother in an embrace.

"Agreed, dear sister. And what did the fae's say about covering that smile?" Lyney poked him in the ribs, causing him to put down his arms with a squeak.

"Ohohokay! I'll try not to cover my face anymore."

By the time he had finally recovered, Lynette had made tea for the three of them.

"Isn't it a bit late for tea?" Lyney asked.

"It's the non-caffeinated kind. I believe it's an herbal blend from Liyue, it's actually supposed to help you sleep." She took a sip herself, taking a deep breath in to get a full scent of the aroma. Her brothers followed, feeling relaxed already.

It wasn't long after they had finished that Freminet let out a yawn. The tea really did wonders.

"I don't think I can stay awake long enough to change out of my clothes," He said, eyes already drooping with sleepiness. The twins appeared just as tired as he did.

"Well, we can always shower in the morning," Lyney said as he laid back on the couch.

"Are you at least going to sleep in your bed?" Lynette said as she walked over to him.

"Nope, too tired."

Lynette and Freminet were about to leave to their own rooms when they both felt a hand pull them back to the couch. They both yelped in surprise, falling back and being pulled into their brother's embrace.

"Lyney, we have to go to our rooms!" Lynette stated, though amusement was evident in her tone.

"Lets sleep out here tonight," he responded. "Or I could just tickle the both of you until you agree."

They both felt a sudden squeeze at their sides, sending both of them into laughing fits.

"Ohohohokay! We'll stay!" She answered. "Just give us a break!"

Fortunately Lynet was too tired to dish out the same treatment on her as he did their brother. They both relaxed into his embrace as they closed their eyes for the night. Not even a few minutes later Lyney could hear the soft snores of both of them, and Friment could be seen holding Pers close to his chest. He smiled softly at the two of them, letting himself slowly drift off to sleep.

Yep, seeing his family happy and safe in his arms was all the magic he needed.

[1eaf-me-alone]

 Ok so I just watched the miraculous ladybug film and I can see Lyney as Cat noir for a number of reasons. Firstly he already has a cat motif going for him  along with the fact that Fontaine is based on the country of France and Miraculous‘s story happens in Paris. I also really see cat noir’s personality in Lyney- as in the very flirtatious, charming and smooth guy that slides in some compliments without you ever needing to ask. In terms of costume design, instead of the bell cat noir has, he’ll have the bowtie in his design along with possibly a few red accents in his clothing. 

Lyney. Completely lovesick for you, unable to wait for when you transform so he’s able to spend time with you again. Sometimes he’ll spare a glance if he isn’t too busy fighting villains just to look at the way you’re able to swiftly turn and glide and jump in a way that almost seems like a perfectly choreographed dance. You look so effortless whenever you fight and he admires that in you.

Lyney as cat noir, who flirts at you every other sentence, and imagines how it’ll be like to kiss your lips because he can’t wait to feel them against his. And as you enter upon battle he’ll blow a kiss towards you and tell you “Well hello there m’theydy, how kind of you to join me in this fight” and then immediately returns to stabbing  his pole towards the monster and yelling ‘cataclysm’ to catch the akuma.

Oh and whenever he’s flustered he’ll start to purr, and the tips of his ears will tip forward, and his tail might start to vibrate (because those are signs a cat is happy) 

And sometimes after defeating Hawkmoth and the world is back to normal again, before flying away back to his house he’ll first bow to you (as if the fight were a show, and he the performer) and then he’ll come up really close to you and whisper in your ears “goodbye m’liege, hope to see you again soon.” And whilst he’s doing that he’ll manage to somehow slip a letter (probably something romantic, snarky, flirtatious or a mix of all of them) in your suit. And then he’ll wink at you and swiftly glide away above the city of paris/Fontaine 

Lyney who fights the akumatized monsters and still manages to throw in some words of affirmation towards you and give you a wink if he spares a second (he will for you.)

Lyney will tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss you on the cheek whilst he magically manages to make some roses appear by his hand which he gifts to you, telling you how they compliment your costume.

Lyney who will lie in his bed and gaze at the stars wondering when he’ll be able to see you next, daydreaming about you,  (I mean there is a lot left to the imagination for him to invent) whilst wondering when he’ll be able to see the soft gaze of your eyes or the touch of your hand. He needn’t worry to wait too long, though. Another person had just been akumatized.

[ae-to-the-snow]

since you (maybe) finished fontaines archon quest, what are your thoughts about it?

🔮 anon <3

IT WAS SO COOL

Spoilers below for the Fontaine Archon Quests Act 1 and Act 2!! Proceed at your own discretion.

BROOO LIKE THE TRIAL AND EVERYTHING... Ok I was a Danganronpa kid (red flag ik) BUT I WAS GEEKING OUT. I GUESSED THE TWISTS. felt proud... And brooo it hurt me that the traveler doesn't like Lyney after all that. I understand that tho ! But if it were me I seriously didn't care about Lyney and Lynette being Fatui related like he said, he was showing us his true self and not the part of him that joined the Fatui. You can tell he doesn't fucking approve of their ways but he does it anyways because at first he wanted the protection for his siblings but when he realized the Fatui dark side he knew he couldn't get out likely... Just my prediction/theory tho

As for the rest... I loved the ending where that guy is murdered. They really had me believing he was gonna be happy with his love but I was pleasantly wrong... Yeah the news of the girls going missing disturbed me but it didn't really attach me to them and make me hate this guy. BUT HIS ENDING MANAGED TO MAKE ME HATE HIM AT HIS VERY ENDING AND SUPPORT THE LADIES... GOODNESS THAT WAS MY FAVORITE MOMENT. I LOVED THAT... WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT I LOVE IT WHEN CRIMINALS GET SHIT BC WE'VE BEEN REDEEMING AND UWU FYING THEM TOO MUCH...

Also also, Colirivia... Like oh my god the yuri. When she first appeared I was cheering LET'S GO SAPPHICSSSSSS

Clorinde is a lot softer and less cold than I thought. I expected her to be like Keqing/Sara but no... I actually really like Clorinde. She's so cool.

About Furina... I'm really invested in her. Yes she's annoying and all but like it's just so right. I usually hated characters because they're just not for me, but I don't hate Furina even if she's annoying and all. You can tell she doesn't mean to and that she's only doing this for some other reason. Okay so the Fontaine visions and everything give us a constant theme. Duality. Everything comes in pairs in Fontaine... Pneuma Ousia, Furina having split colour eyes, the gliders being split colour too... And we notice that with hydro vision wielders, they have another side of them that they show and the other side they hide. Like a play, a mask, a performance. And I see that clearly with Furina. I love her augh even if I wanna squeeze her. I can ramble a lot tbh this is what happens when an autistic bitch has a SI in Genshin...

And I notice that Furina is clearly actually very caring. She only puts up an act of flamboyance, which I believe may be her way of getting love from the people. She is noticeably unknowledgeable and lacking in certain aspects, but would you notice that if you were focused on her theatrics? I think she believes that the people cheering and supporting her in an opera like performance is her kind of love, believing she's doing a good job maintaining that belief and worship in her as a god. Which she needs to keep up, because not only does the energy there rely on her people's beliefs, but the previous Hydro archon died, leaving her with a lot of expectations to shoulder. She seems to judge other gods, so she probably noticed how Nahida was treated, and didn't want that for herself so she actively tries and tries to get her people's love, AND IT'S WORKING.

I feel like due to the recent trials and oratrice incident however, that this belief is starting to shake, which is where we get act 3 of the AQ. As the energy supply is malfunctioning, Furina will struggle to regain those beliefs in her, and I think that could be her character arc. Realizing that she can't keep wearing a mask forever, she'll definitely do something about that. I'm really invested in her... I can't wait.

Also also I think Wriothesley, who's in charge of the prison, will personally oversee Tartaglia. That's when we meet him and all, bc the traveler cares about Childe and will probably request to see him.

Speaking of Wrio, I can't wait to see his dynamic with Sigewinne. They're so cute...

I think I like every single character tbh. Every character in Fontaine has some depth and expectation subversion... Oh shit wait that's the entire theme of hydro nation. Lmao. How fitting.

AUHHHH I COULD RAMBLE MORE

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Your reminder to be self-indulgent

This blog is not my first experience in writing. However, this one is the first, where I deliberately stay as self-indulgent as I can. Even, if it seems cringy, even if there are people out there with other preferences and perspectives on my favorite characters. This was my personal goal, and today I've found the reason behind it, a real one.

A bit of backstory. Some time ago I've moved to another country. The last months before moving were crazy: there was a shit ton of packing, paperwork, organizational work, stresses and so forth. I knew, Im not going back. What I didn't know was that life would turn out in such a way that with a high probability I would not visit my hometown in the next 10-15 years (maybe longer). Sadly, I didn't have a chance to say a proper goodbye to my hometown. I wish I could just have a free day to roam around familiar places: to sit on a bench, where I had my first ever kiss, to visit my school and university, to walk in park, where I shared my first ever beer with a friend, to look into the courtyard of the house where I spent the first years of my life, maybe to take some photos, so that I have something, reminding me of those places. But it is what it is, and sometimes you don't have any free time during a few months.

This night I had a very comforting dream. I was once again in my hometown. There is a cinema theater in the very center of our city. It is a huge building with a massive concrete canopy (so massive, you can actually walk on it). Although you are not allowed to climb there - there was a way to do it and 20 years ago that area was not strictly supervised, so I've done that in my school years with my friends. So I see that canopy, remember the good old days, climb and walk along there. Then I hear someones voice. "You ok there? Need help with coming down?". I look down on a guy. Never met him before, but his face looks somewhat familiar. He looks up on me with confused eyes, yet a wide happy grin. Such a sunshine of human being. Obviously a tourist, not familiar with this place. "Nah, m fine, just hanging out here." But I climb down just to not let the guy down and ruin his day. "See? it's quite easy, if you know, where to climb." I start walking away, but he follows me and asks if I could show him any cool places around. "Only if you have a few hours, mate. Im planning quite a journey around my hometown." But this doesnt lessen his enthusiasm, he is quite happy to just hang out and see whatever I have to show him. And for the first time I dont care, that he is a tourist and I have to show him some museum/palace/fontain. I just... go through all those places, Ive originally wanted to say goodbye to, when I was leaving, not caring, he could find them insignificant. I dont tell him the real reason behind every place, we visit. Instead, I just joke around, I whistle my favorite songs, I feel free to yell at the driver who almost ran over us in the alley, and I treat my new friend with sweets that he can only taste there. And he encourages whatever I do, just lets me have a good time and is genuinely happy to be around. We visit many places I miss dearly.

I woke up today with my cheeks wet with tears of joy. This happened like 2-3 times in my life. Im just so happy, I've finally revisited all those places and by my side was someone, who just let me be myself. And only later, when brushing my teeth, Ive remembered the face of that guy. "Wait a minute, it was you all the time?" It was so funny, I didnt recognize him in my dream.

So how is this little story connected to self-indulgence? I believe, that by tinkering a safe space for yourself with your favourite characters and interesting for you personally stories, by revisiting this space on a weekly basis, you train your brain to always make some place for comfort. A place, where you can express your feelings and worries freely (even if this place is your own dream). Of course, I`m not encouraging anyone to replace professional help with fanfiction. But I think, this works really well as one of many-many instruments to maintain some peace of mind. So please consider this as your reminder to stay self-indulgent. It helps, it heals.

Oh, and regarding a guy from my dream? Yep, him.

[guhamun]

@dnangelic said (inbox):

' ah, neuvillette --- sir! mister! m-monsier? ' abstaining from any regular inazuman honorific, it's a brief puzzle over what he should use in order to show his respects. for just a moment, he had mulled about outside the other's office, fretting over whether or not the other was in, then whether or not they would soon return. imagine his delight witnessing the other appear from down the hallway, the boy eagerly hurrying to meet the judge halfway. ' i'm ... here again! um, in fontaine! i've brought a gift for you, i'm sorry, i hope i'm not taking up too much of your time, but, um, i thought you might really like it --- ' small hands hold and spread out a number of photographs. from mondstadt to sumeru, he's captured all sorts of sceneries, and the daily lives of ordinary people, too. ' i thought about how you mentioned that you don't get to travel much, so i thought ... i'd show you some of the world. on the backs, there are all sorts of things written from some of the people i've met. i've brought an ema, too! ' the wooden plaque is eagerly displayed, the niwa's cheeks flushed as he bashfully smiles. ' i guess there aren't really any shrines to hang it up or burn it around here, but i hope that's okay. b-because, for a lot of people, just having a wish is still really important ... ! you don't have to tell me yours, but if i ever get another one back at home, um ... ' shy, awkward laughter. ' then i --- i hope it's okay if i wish for a thing like your happiness. '

     AS HE HAD LEFT his office to with the hope of stretching his legs a little, imagine his surprise to see a very familiar face waiting for him at the very end of the hallway. What in the world was Daisuke doing here? Of all the individuals he did expect to visit him, they certainly had not fallen into that list. ❝Niwa,❞ Neuvillette greeted politely. ❝To what do I owe this visit?❞  Coming to a stop, he met them halfway with the most curious tilt of his head. At the mention of a ‘gift’, he blinked, taken off guard once again for the day. Truth be told, despite Daisuke’s words about promising to return again, he thought in time, they would forget as they traveled this vast world – off on whatever adventures they could think of…even if he was still quite uncertain about allowing a child to travel all alone. As photos were spread out for him, he found his lips curling into a small smile, his gaze softening a little in a way that could be so easily missed by the unaware. ❝You really did go and take pictures…❞ Reaching out, he paused, a quiet, ‘may I?’ slipping from him before he took a photo in hand.

     Shifting through each one, he found his fascination rising. These were sights that he would have loved to see for himself – to experience, but he knew such wasn’t in his cards for the time being. Adult responsibilities could be so stifling, more so when you were in a position where you missing would most definitely be felt by the majority of Fontaine who had become far too used to him over the many, many years. ❝These are quite good. I believe in the newspapers would have enjoyed having some of these.❞ They certainly held promise as a little photographer. When the ema was pulled out and displayed as well, that too was picked up and examined. So, this was what this ‘ema’ from Inazuma looked like. Daisuke… This child held such a good heart. These gifts they had brought him, as simple as they were, warmed him. Turning the back of a photo, he read what was written and left for him.

      Ah, he was touched.

     ❝Thank you…for all this, Niwa.❞ They would be treasured. Each and every photo, this ema… He would keep them even when Daisuke faded from this world like so many others and he remained. He smiled; rare, gentle, and though it wasn’t bright and vibrant like the sun itself, all his feelings were conveyed in that simple gesture.

     These would be his treasures.

     He’d remember Daisuke.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Unspoken angst is Hu Tao’s reaction to the rising costs of Zhongli’s spending habits as he guides and supports Scara and puppet reader. He finds their interactions to be endearing. Childe would be a hilarious addition to the mora woes.

SPEAKING OF DANGEROUS PLANTS AND FAUNA! Have you heard of the nipple fruit? Apparently it’s poisonous. (From what I know, bleeding mushrooms are safe to touch.)

Scara sends Nahida and Traveler postcards of his travels with puppet reader and it’s like… a honeymoon to me. Lantern rite date! And in a quiet spot under the lanterns, they hug and watch. Scara and puppet reader might as well settle with the Aranara eventually.

Modern au when Scara drives, he got one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding puppet reader’s hand and occasionally he kisses their knuckles during the drive. Is it dangerous? I mean yea. It is still cute? Also yea.

I think Dain’s perspective on Scara and puppet reader would be interesting. But I just wanna see more Dain, lol.

Nilou didn’t come home either so I am very sad. Tighnari and Nilou when????? Also, I tend to get my ideas the second I walk into the kitchen so that’s probably why I gravitate towards food ideas. Maybe it’s because my attention span jumps from this to that frequently. I’ve been thinking about bedroom layouts and mattress size. Who is the one who uses organizer bins in the house? Who goes with the Marie Kondo way of organization? What do their aprons look like???? Does Tighnari help tie Cyno’s hair back when he forgets to???? (Yes.) Scara and puppet reader hold hands when they go to bed. Scara sparkling when happy because of puppet reader. Ah. It’s amore.

Bloom anon

*searching nipple fruit* oh wow, wait, people grow these for decorations?! That's fucked up, I wouldn't trust myself with that

Don't worry Hu Tao, sooner or later Scaramouche would feel annoyed and think Zhongli is showing off or belittling their reserves, and show off the good ol Fatui salary™ Also don't ever ever mention Childe or even bring him when they're there because hell WILL break loose

Omayghad IT IS A HONEYMOON HAHAHAHA I can't fuckin believe these two, or actually it's probably because of them being puppets so they're neurotic as hell "hey we just wrecked havoc across Teyvat with our terrible life decisions and almost ruined Sumeru but we're cool now and want to go on vacation, see ya" and yes, I think after their honeymoon phase, they end up settling in the forest with the Aranaras cottagecore style

Nahida doesn't mind, honestly she'll visit a lot even, they're all immortal friends so even better. But the funniest imagine I could think of would be Traveler traveling to a new region either Natlan or Fontaine fighting gods and shit, and while running away from authorities, they meet eyes with Scaramouche and puppet Reader who were in the middle of eating on an outside table like 🧍🧍 🏃

Bonus: they don't do anything to help because they don't want to be dragged into whatever archon shit they're dealing with. More bonus: they have the audacity to send the Traveler another post card in that same region, "that restaurant had the best dessert, you should try it once you're not a fugitive anymore"

Dain's narrative would certainly be melancholic since he's reminded of his adventures with the twin. 'Such divine beings tossed away and broken by the reality of the living world, the only ones who can truly understand how their mind works and how they view the world are each other. If gods can roam Teyvat as mortals, then they deserve this period of their life more than anything else.'

Bloom anon, the master of domestic fluff is now your official title, turning even the most painful fic into a wholesome sequel

[ccaptain]

@daybreakrising: He's had this planned from the moment Kaeya turned up in Fontaine for his birthday. It didn't take much to alter his previous plans to spoil his partner – yes, he'd been intending to travel to Mondstadt, but that doesn't matter now. He could still wake him up with breakfast in bed, could still provide fresh flowers to give him (Fontaine specialties, this time), and he still intended to give him the gift he's had ready for months.

The rest just needed some tweaking, and that was simple enough. Thanks to help from a few friends in high places, everything is already set up for him, so his guise of taking a walk on the surface seems fairly innocent enough. There's somewhere I want to show you, he told Kaeya, leading him by the hand. It's an old favourite of mine.

The blanket is already laid out atop the hill overlooking Loch Urania, the basket filled with food and drink awaiting them. The sky above them is clear and bright, sun shining down upon them. A picnic in the warm sun. He guides Kaeya down onto the blanket, their view of the Loch undisturbed, a breathtaking vista spread out before them.

"I came here as a child, once." He tells Kaeya as he pours wine into two glasses. "One of the few happy memories I have." He hands a glass to Kaeya, gently clinks his against it. "So it holds a special place in my heart, I suppose. I thought you'd like to see it, too." He takes a sip, then sets down his glass to retrieve the last item in the picnic basket.

He sets down a wrapped box in front of Kaeya, the paper littered with dozens of stickers from a certain Melusine. She has her own gift for him back at the Fortress, but she couldn't resist lending her special touch to the presentation of his. "Happy birthday, mon coeur." And then he sits back and waits, his gaze upon Kaeya's face, ready to drink in his reaction.

Inside the box is a beautifully intricate frame, etched with designs of calla lilies and rainbow roses, snowflakes dotted amongst them. At each top corner is an artful depiction of a creature: a peacock on the left, a howling wolf on the right. It's clearly a unique piece; commissioned to exacting specifications. Inside the frame is the only photograph that exists of the two of them together (thank you, Charlotte): another picnic from another time, the two of them caught between kisses, smiling against each other's lips. They both look so utterly happy and content, and he knows Kaeya treasures this picture.

And, beneath that, there's a set of keys tied with red and blue ribbon – even if he never uses it, it's probably more romantic to ask your partner to move into a nice house in the city than an underwater prison, right?

   isn't it nice to take a break for one's birthday?

   with all the work done and compiled, with all the supplies organized and distribuited as his quartermaster duty, he departs from the city with a sense of giddyness about him- his destination is the city of justice, right in the arms of a certaint Duke. in a very amusing way, he's the one gifting himself to wriothesley on his own birthday- but he prefers to see another way: he rewards himself with a long, happy visit to his boyfriend as a birthday gitt.

   it's delightful to be woken up in a familiar bed, spent after a passionate night, with a tasty breakfast and plenty of cuddles. just being pampered with flowers and wrio's presence is already the best birthday present he could ask for- but when he mentions wanting to take him somewhere special for him, kaeya goes more than happily- he feels honored, tender at the prospect of being included in something so intimate as an happy childhood memory.

   the duke always has everything prepared when he needs it- more often than by others, by himself. they settle down in the warm sun, akin to a summer morning, and he considers this a present too. he considers anything wrio organized for him as a present- from the red, rich wine leaving its taste on his lips to the delicious meal offered to him on a blanket. it reminds him of happier times as a child too, and he's sure that his boyfriend knows. the way kaeya abandons himself against him must be telling, too. 

   ' it's breathtaking, ' he agrees, a soft smile on his face as he steadies himself back to avoid the wine spilling. ' not only it has an excellent view of fontaine- but it's also dear to you. i like it too, now that you've taken me here. ' he says it with the heart- the same heart that starts beating almost erratically when another thing is taken out of the picnic basket, having slipped by unnoticed, and placed in front of him.

   it's definitely a present, and one that makes a small giggle escape kaeya's lips before he can choke it down, with the reason being the adorable, decorated wrapping it's being kept in. this is why kaeya finds the linings of the paper, gently peeling the duct tape off to not ruin any of it... and to build up momentum. slow and methodical, he's edging them both as he takes his sweet time in unwrapping the gift- he has a feel that it's necessary, that it's good to make both of them wait a bit to reveal what's inside the box-

  -and when kaeya is done edging him, he almost drops it entirely.

   there's a soft gasp from him, eye widening at the sight presented: it's them. he couldn't describe this treasure better- but there's a million emotions to the drawn out gasp, to fingertips going in front of his mouth as he examines it. it's them- it's their essence. it's their elements mixed together, it's wriothesley laying claim to him and to their relationship with the lovely frame and the photo- which kaeya remembers all too well- one of the few they have together, one of the few snuck in by charlotte, when they let her 'catch' them just to have a shared picture.

   it's difficult to speak with his heart in his throat, and he can't swallow it down for long enough to attempt to. but is there a need for words when a fingertip traces over the parted maws of the wolf, a shimmer between his lashes as he brings the intricate frame to his heart and closes his eyes with a smile? there's all the tenderness of this world in the gesture, the fragility of needing a keepsake of his relationship when they're parted for a long time. 

   and there's all the love of this world in diamond-shaped pupil as his eye reopens and he looks at wriothesley, smitten and adoring in a way a simple thank you or a i love you would even manage to express.

   a little jingle of metal draws his attention back in the box, as he picks the set of keys up from the loop and studies it curiously- the realization comes after a second, with another, sharper gasp. ' your safehouse...! ' there's a sparkle of wonder in his eye, wide and still admiring the little implication of trust. ' oh, wriothesley... '

   the frame and keys are placed back in the box, just before kaeya moves and lunges- lunges for his boyfriend's arms, chest to chest, kissing him with ignited passion. if he ends up with his back on the blanket out of surprise, kaeya is sure he can take it-

   there's just so many things he wants to say, but that a kiss could express without a suspicious voice wobble or some tears risking to stain the gifted frame.